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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
III. “Winter is now around me”
By James Gates Percival (1795–1856)
WINTER is now around me, and the snow
Has thrown its mantle over herb, tree, flower;
The icicle has tapestried the bower,
And in a crystal sheet the rivers flow;
And mustering from the north, at evening blow        5
The hollow winds, and through the starlit hour
Shake from the icy wood a rattling shower,
That tinkles on the glassy crust below;
And Morning rises in a saffron glow,
Pouring her splendor through the fretted grove,        10
In tints that round the heart enchantment throw,
Like what the Graces in their girdle wove;
And shining on the mountain’s frosted brow,
That o’er the gilded landscape looks afar,
Her kindling beams the virgin mantle strow        15
With drops of gold that twinkle like a star!

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